My family has always been a huge supporter of me during my life. My parents always encouraged me to do whatever I was interested in and I am so grateful for that. The encouragement i had to succeed academically was much different from other people, just because my mom was a teacher in my elementary school and saw me and my teachers in school on a regular basis. A large part of my yearning to succeed came from me, since I hate the feeling of not trying. I have always been the type to care deeply about my schoolwork and be hard on myself. But, my parents have always pushed me as well. Success wasn’t all they cared about at all but they always provided me a guiding hand and always helped me when I needed it.
My mother, has been and always will be the strongest, smartest woman I know. She has worked so hard her whole life to provide for her family. She is the person ho knows me better than I know myself. Don’t get me wrong, my father and brother are great too, but they don’t share the bond that my mother and I have together. She understands me in a way that my father and brother just can not. My mom is the sole reason that I am who I am. The only bad thing that I can truly say about my mother is that she cares too deeply, and if that is the worst thing that you can say about someone, you know that they must be an extremely amazing person. My mother has taught me so much in my 17 ½ years on this planet. She has seen me and my worst and my best and has loved and accepted me through all of it. She has always been with me and has shown me right from wrong. I learned so much from my mother, and I am so grateful for everything that she has given me in this life.
At the end of the school year each year, my family packs up our bags and heads off to my beach house in Old Saybrook, Connecticut. It is my favorite place in this world to be, it is sentimental since I am the 4th generation there on both sides, plus it is where my parents met. This small cottage with an amazing community rounded me more than I could have ever imagined.
My parents grew up spending their summers in Old Saybrook as well, and it was in that very beach community that I live in, that they met. In my opinion, I learned more in that community than I ever learned in school. School teaches you to be book-smart, but only life experience can teach you how to live life. These skills I picked up in this community, helped to improve my academic success as well. Watching my sand castle wash away with the waves taught me that nothing lasts forever. Going fishing and waiting for a bite on the line taught me patience. Running a lemonade stand taught me the value of a dollar, and the list goes on and on. With each new experience, came a new lesson, and with each mistake I made, came a learning experience. I made friends with all different backgrounds. In the end, everyone there was family. I owe these experiences to my parents, because they gave up the luxuries in life so that we could stay at that beach house all summer.
As I said in my earlier essay, a large part of what made me want to be a teacher, was watching my mother in a classroom. Another part of my passion for teaching comes from living in the beach community. I spent my days with people of all different ages, babysitting, teaching arts and crafts, running events, etc. I even worked at a marine camp, which combined my two favorite things: teaching and being in the ocean. I had amazing opportunities outside of school, and it was my success in the real world that pushed me to be a harder working student.
I don’t know who I would be, had I not had an amazing family and an amazing community to live in. Looking back on my life, I never really realized how lucky I am until now. I learned so much from my family, especially my mother. She has always supported me and made sure to tell me when I was wrong. Without the opportunities that my parents have given me in life, including living in a beach community, I don’t even want to know who I would have become and i am glad i never will have to know.
My mother, has been and always will be the strongest, smartest woman I know. She has worked so hard her whole life to provide for her family. She is the person ho knows me better than I know myself. Don’t get me wrong, my father and brother are great too, but they don’t share the bond that my mother and I have together. She understands me in a way that my father and brother just can not. My mom is the sole reason that I am who I am. The only bad thing that I can truly say about my mother is that she cares too deeply, and if that is the worst thing that you can say about someone, you know that they must be an extremely amazing person. My mother has taught me so much in my 17 ½ years on this planet. She has seen me and my worst and my best and has loved and accepted me through all of it. She has always been with me and has shown me right from wrong. I learned so much from my mother, and I am so grateful for everything that she has given me in this life.
At the end of the school year each year, my family packs up our bags and heads off to my beach house in Old Saybrook, Connecticut. It is my favorite place in this world to be, it is sentimental since I am the 4th generation there on both sides, plus it is where my parents met. This small cottage with an amazing community rounded me more than I could have ever imagined.
My parents grew up spending their summers in Old Saybrook as well, and it was in that very beach community that I live in, that they met. In my opinion, I learned more in that community than I ever learned in school. School teaches you to be book-smart, but only life experience can teach you how to live life. These skills I picked up in this community, helped to improve my academic success as well. Watching my sand castle wash away with the waves taught me that nothing lasts forever. Going fishing and waiting for a bite on the line taught me patience. Running a lemonade stand taught me the value of a dollar, and the list goes on and on. With each new experience, came a new lesson, and with each mistake I made, came a learning experience. I made friends with all different backgrounds. In the end, everyone there was family. I owe these experiences to my parents, because they gave up the luxuries in life so that we could stay at that beach house all summer.
As I said in my earlier essay, a large part of what made me want to be a teacher, was watching my mother in a classroom. Another part of my passion for teaching comes from living in the beach community. I spent my days with people of all different ages, babysitting, teaching arts and crafts, running events, etc. I even worked at a marine camp, which combined my two favorite things: teaching and being in the ocean. I had amazing opportunities outside of school, and it was my success in the real world that pushed me to be a harder working student.
I don’t know who I would be, had I not had an amazing family and an amazing community to live in. Looking back on my life, I never really realized how lucky I am until now. I learned so much from my family, especially my mother. She has always supported me and made sure to tell me when I was wrong. Without the opportunities that my parents have given me in life, including living in a beach community, I don’t even want to know who I would have become and i am glad i never will have to know.